Lahat ng Kabanata ng WILD PLEASURE {short stories}: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 1 There he goes! The most handsome guy in our college. A biker, a bass guitarist and a surfer; an all-in-one, whose presence thrills all the girls in our class. I was standing next to the wall of Zoology study room and staring at him like an idiot. He has cropped dark brown hair, straight nose and kind of curved eyebrows. His coral lips were full and tightly compressed as if he is dissatisfied with something. He is dressed like the biker he is—a black jacket with studs, a black t-shirt with a wide neck and black jeans, fitting so snugly to his hot ass. God, what an ass he has! And what a body! He has the body of Hercules, but I cannot touch it because I know that he is not for me. After all, I am a straight A-student, and he’s an idler and a loafer. And besides, he is also a bully! We are not the right match; we are like ice and fire. Moreover, he treats all the girls as if they owe him something. I am aware that I owe him nothing. Maybe he secretly dreams that I woul

“You found our private channel.” Her hotshot’s rough, smoky voice flooded the airwaves and the small lookout cabin. Too big for the 14×14 space, his sinful Cajun accent had Hannah imagining long bayou nights.“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Her fingers slipped from the dial.“That’s good.” His familiar, low rumble reached her clearly despite the fifty-odd miles between them. “I’d hate to think I was the only one countin’ down the hours.”Oh, she liked that. Cole Henry, waiting for nightfall and her. Some days, the days when the Big Bear Rogues got called out into the field on fire duty, ten o’clock came and went without hearing his voice. He stood her up those nights, but so far he’d always come back.He didn’t apologize, though. Her Cajun was too matter-of-fact; he’d told her the fires came first. Based on the size of the smokes she’d spotted from her watchtower earlier today, she was damned lucky he wasn’t out in the field again.“You had a busy day today.” Please don’t let him be

Cole slammed out of the radio tower at base camp. Lightning forked down from the night sky, lighting up a nearby ridge. The next bright slash temporarily blinded him, but that didn’t matter. His dumb ass could stare at the fireworks display as much as it wanted, because he knew the path to Sam Clayton’s RV blindfolded.His team commander’s RV was parked where it always was. The lights were off, but at least the camper wasn’t rocking. Sam’s fiancée wouldn’t appreciate a meet and greet in the middle of banging Sam’s brains out, and Cole needed Sam in a good mood.An amenable Sam would make this easier.He pounded on the door, jiggling the latch while he counted off the seconds. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. And . . . fuck politeness. The handle opened easily, because no one bothered locking up in base camp. Shoving the door open, he put his head in. Sam liked to stick to a schedule, so the giant mound beneath the covers on the bed was likely him.“Rise and shine,” he said, knocking

The watchtower at Widow’s Peak was a decades-old cabin perched on stilts thirty feet up in the air. It took ninety steps to reach the trapdoor in the catwalk floor from the ground, her calves burning all the way. If that wasn’t enough, reaching the place at all took a ten-hour drive up the fire roads from Big Bear Lake, followed by a brutal hike in by pack trail. Her piece of the park for the summer came with a big dose of welcome peace and quiet, plus million-dollar views. Hannah got up each morning to a panoramic, ringside seat looking out over mountains and forests, and a hundred-plus miles of pure visibility.Unfortunately, running water was limited.Her bathing choices were stream, pond, or go dirty. The pond was already choking up with algae as the water levels dropped further with each passing day, so Hannah headed for the stream. After losing her radio—and Cole, a little voice in her head said—falling asleep had been hard. She’d have to decide if she was hiking out tomorrow to

She stared at him, wishing the answers to the questions she didn’t knowhow to ask were written on his face. Had he come here just to drop off a radio—or had he come here for her? And if she was the real reason for his pit stop, how did she feel about that?“You want to check the place out, be my guest. I won’t leave you down here where the bears can get you. Come on up. Do what you need to do.” She gestured for him to go first, though, because damned if he needed to know what she was—or was not—wearing beneath her towel. Having his hands and his eyes all over her second-best bra was embarrassing enough.“Sure, sha.” Rising gracefully to his feet, he swung himself up the ladder and started climbing hand over hand.The man certainly had a spectacular ass. She gave him a head start, hanging back some, because taking an inadvertent boot to the eye was painful and the view from here was fantastic. The muscles in that toned ass flexed beneath the Nomex with each step he conquered.When he